“You never said too much but still you showed the way, and I knew from watching you” (David Gates)
Today would have been my father’s 86th birthday but he died at the ridiculously young age of forty nine. He really was a lovely man, and not just because he was my dad. He was kind – a gentleman with a gentle nature. It’s hard to believe that it’s so many years since I’ve seen him and I still miss him very much.
I wrote recently that I had joined a Facebook group which chronicles people’s memories of the town in which we live and that many members had posted copies of old photographs of the town as it was in times gone by. One of those photographs included my dad with his colleagues, taken in the 1960s, and I was very touched by the comments that this prompted:
‘I think that many of us wanted to be like him. I was lucky to have worked with him’
‘A kind and lovely man who was hugely respected by his colleagues’
‘He was a great guy. Firm but fair and it was a pleasure to have known him’
These comments are all the more special because those who wrote them had no idea that his son and daughter would be reading them. They are from people that I don’t know. Dad was recognised in the photo and people who knew him thought enough of him to mention him by name.